Wispy, silky hair.
Kisses on doughy cheeks.
Savor this baby.
Trying to savor
this tiny person spitting
banana on me.
Onesie snaps are like
“Rock, paper, scissors.” Aim for
Best two out of three.
Toast is my refuge –
Crisp, buttery comfort, and
deafeningly loud.
Silence and water
cocoon me in the shower.
Treasured solitude.
